After waking up, my back was still sore, indicating that I'd exercised too much last night.
Seeing that it was already quite late, my stomach growled with hunger, so I got out of bed, took a shower, and cooked some instant noodles. While showering, I clearly saw the marks of love on my body, which prevented me from deceiving myself.
It wasn't a dream last night. Everything had happened. Yet he hadn't come to see me all day. Did it mean he didn't care? It was my first time but not his. Maybe he simply didn't care.
Or maybe I should just pretend it never happened and forget it. After all, in this day and age, a woman who graduates from college as a virgin is mocked; I should've been paraded down the street long ago. Now that it's been dealt with, isn't it just perfect?